Deadly Obsession (33 page)

“Please. It’s killing me. I need you to make me come.”

“Now, darling?” he asked. “You need me now? Are you sure?”

“Gage!”

His name echoed off the walls and Gage was certain Sam could hear her outside in the car. He’d lied about sending Sam to the hotel, so Brook wouldn’t throw him out. But now he almost wished he had.
“Okay, darling.
Take a deep
breath
because in a moment you’re going to be screaming my name again.”

Brooklyn
tilted her hips in the air, pushing her clit harder against his mouth as he set up a rhythm he knew would drive her over the edge. He rubbed his tongue flat against her nub while thrusting two fingers deep inside her, the tips curled towards her stomach to graze her G-spot. Her body
tensed,
weeping cream so thick it coated his hand and her thighs. He could smell the distinct scent, and felt his erection grow even harder. He needed to get inside her.

“Now.
Oh God. I’m going to come.”

Her body convulsed once and he moved, stroking her clit with his finger as he positioned himself over top. He waited until she moved her hips, signalling him she was completely over the edge before removing his hand and wedging his cock at her weeping entrance. She snapped her head towards him, gripping his shoulders with both hands as he eased his shaft inside, groaning at the rhythmic pulsing that clamped around his cock, gripping him so tightly he had to fight to move forward.

She whimpered, and the sound shattered his defences. He lunged forward, filling her with one deep stroke.

“
Yesss
,” she hissed, thrusting her body up. “Faster, baby.
Hard and fast.”

He groaned in defeat and pounded into her, knowing he’d be disappointed with himself later. But her whispers of encouragement fuelled his desire until their mutual release was the only intelligent thought he had. This was how it’d always been with them.
Hard.
Deep.
Fast. He could fuck her for hours like this. She was his.
Body.
Soul.
He closed his eyes, knowing it would be over far too fast, but unable to stop. He chanced at glance at his groin, watching as his cock pulled free, the shaft coated with cream, before plunging back inside. He loved watching them make love. The way his cock separated her lips, his dark skin parting her pink. He kept his hair shaved, and seeing his skin merge with hers was more than he could stand.

He cursed, increasing his thrusts as he drew his attention back to her face. She chanted his name, begging him not to stop, holding onto his back as if her life were hanging by a thread. He moved lower, wanting her to feel every inch of his skin against hers. Wanting her to know she was his woman.
His lover.
She squeezed harder, pressing her chest against his as she buried her head in his neck. Her breath grazed across his shoulder a moment before her teeth scraped his skin.

“Lord
have
mercy…”

His words disintegrated into a harsh wail as she clamped down the instant her body rocked into another orgasm. Gage felt her walls close around him, and he let go, stiffening in her arms as his sperm shot from the tip, drenching her vagina with spurt after spurt of hot seed. He tried to breathe, but all his muscles were contracted in an effort to purge every ounce of seminal essence from his body. He hung on, still rigid in Brooklyn’s arms, as his world started to fade into grey.

Brooklyn
moaned beneath him, bringing some of the blood back to his head, and he gasped in a large volume of air, collapsing onto his elbows in an attempt to keep from squishing her. Her body contracted again, milking his empty cock until her legs fell away from his hips, and her arms released his back, coming to rest on the bed. He looked down at her, smiling at the satisfied look on her face.

“Better, darling?”

“Hmmm,” she groaned, her eyes closed, her voice already fading.

“Sleep.
I’ll let you rest a while before I make love to you again.”

Brooklyn
didn’t make a
sound,
she just rolled against his chest as he pulled out of her and eased his back onto the bed. She fit perfectly against his side and he couldn’t stop his smile from widening as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight.

“I love you.”

“Love you more,” she whispered,
then
she was gone.

Gage watched her sleep for several minutes, studying every line on her face, every twitch of her lips. He knew he’d never get tired of seeing her like this—content, vulnerable—and it warmed his heart knowing she trusted him enough to expose herself to him. Now if he could just take care of her unwanted admirer, their life could start again.

“I won’t let that bastard hurt you, darling. I swear. I’ll never leave your side again.”

Brooklyn
sighed against him, nuzzling even closer. Gage brushed a kiss across her forehead and relaxed back. Two hours. He’d give her two hours to get some rest before picking up where his erotic plan let off. Only this time, he’d play a few games.

Chapter Twenty-One

Gage woke to the distant sound of ringing. He moved, not realising what he was reaching for, until he stared at the small, black unit in his hand. “Damn.” He flipped it open, pressing it against his ear.
“Yeah?”

“Finally finished, or are you already in the middle of round two?”

“Jesus, Sam, do you know what time it is?”

“Yeah, it’s half past midnight. I’ve been watching the minutes tick by since you went into the house.” Sam paused and Gage could hear him fighting back a chuckle. “I assume Brooklyn was kind enough to allow you to stay the night?”

“I convinced her,” he replied, trying to keep the arrogance out of his voice.

“I heard you,” said Sam, not bothering to hide his amusement. “Everything
okay
between you two, or are you just fooling yourself again?”

“I promised you I’d make things right with Brooklyn, and I did. This isn’t an isolated incident. She’s back in my life…for good.”

“About time, buddy.
Look, I just talked to Doug. He’s got us booked on a flight out of here tomorrow afternoon. He wants Brooklyn in our
Virginia
safe house by tomorrow night. Do you think she’ll go?

“I think I can persuade her, just don’t expect her to be happy about it. She’s still in shock from what I told her about her mystery man. I think she was secretly hoping it was all a big misunderstanding…a crime of opportunity, not obsession. ”

“I’ll do my best to be understanding,” said Sam. “Okay, I’ll call Doug back and tell him it’s a go.”

“Why don’t you head back to the hotel? You must be freezing your ass off.”

“I’ve suffered through worse, though I could use a few hours of sleep. But I’ll be back by sunrise, so make sure you’re done with your…
activities
by then. The last thing Brook needs is for me to walk in on the two of you…again.”

Gage laughed, bidding Sam goodnight as he closed the phone and placed it back on Brooklyn’s night table. They’d only slept for an hour, but already his body was humming. Brooklyn was curled beside
him,
her head snuggled into his chest, her leg draped across his thigh. He could feel his erection pulse against her smooth skin, ready for another taste of her sweet body.

He smiled, remembering the plans he’d made for them. Now that he knew she was okay, there was her little act of defiance he needed to deal with. He wanted her to know the pleasurable penalty for taking ten years off his life. He rolled onto his side, cradling her head in the crook of his shoulder and lifted her leg over his.
Perfect.
In this position she was completely open to him. He wanted to wake her slowly. Get her juices flowing before she even realised his intentions. Then he’d spring his little trap.

He lowered his hand, easing it between their bodies. Her skin was warm and soft, scented with his masculine essence. He drew a deep breath, drinking in her intoxicating aroma as he skimmed his fingers across her mound. Brooklyn moaned softly in her sleep, shifting her leg against his thigh. He made another pass, lightly brushing her silky lips this time.

“
Mmm
.”

The sound of her murmur
peaked
his cock against his stomach, increasing the ache building in his balls. He wondered if there’d ever be a time he didn’t crave her. Didn’t feel like a man racing out of control with his need to be inside her. But it wasn’t just the sex he craved. He wanted to be with her. Have her talk to him about her day. Know she was listening because she wanted to when he talked about his. Fill her with love and security. All the things he had before, but let slip away. He wanted it all back and more.

And now he could.

His heart swelled at the thought, finally realising the true depth of her love for him. The ease with which she’d allowed him back into her life…and her bed. He moaned when he remembered how she’d begged him to make love to her. She’d beg him again.

Gage reached for her sex again, dipping inside her to test her readiness. Warm slick cream greeted his fingers and he couldn’t stop the groan of pleasure that ripped from his chest. Even asleep she was ready for him. Dreaming of the pleasure he could bring her. Only this time, he’d have a bit of fun first.

He pulled his fingers out, circling the juice around her pulsing nub, feeling her body tense at the delicate intrusion. She moaned louder, pushing her hips against his hand as she started to come out of her haze. He knew the moment she was fully awake. Her hands rose to his chest, palming his firm muscles as she undulated against his fingers.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?”

She chuckled, licking his chest in lazy circles. “As long as you intend to finish what you’ve started, I won’t hold that minor indiscretion against you.”’ She looked into his eyes. “You do intend on finishing, don’t you?”

“Of course, darling.
But before we jump to the main course, there’s something I need to give you.”

“What’s that?”

“Your punishment for ever thinking you could leave me in a motel, in the middle of nowhere, with nothing more than a note and some signed divorce papers to explain your disappearance.” He pulled his hand from between her legs and tapped his index finger towards her. “You scared me out of ten years of my life. Now you’ll see what happens to bad little wives who scare their husbands.”

Before Brooklyn could blink, Gage grabbed her by the waist and hauled them both upright. He smiled wickedly at her, and pulled her body across his lap, deftly swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. She was still trying to make sense of the situation when she realised he’d positioned her across his legs with her ass in the air.

“Gage Matthews, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” She tried to sound irritated, but only cringed at the seductive drawl to her voice.

He merely laughed as he caressed her bare skin with his hand. “You knew you were putting your life at risk. If I hadn’t spent every waking moment wondering what that bastard could be doing to you, I could’ve overlooked your irrational behaviour. But that’s all I could think about. I know it was me you were running from, and I deserve any reprimand you have in mind. But first you’ll get your penance for risking what’s mine.” He stopped and leaned down over her back, scraping his teeth gently across her shoulder. “And you’re mine,” he whispered, his breath so hot against her skin it felt singed.
“Completely mine.”

Brooklyn
wanted to respond, to remind him that he’d given her no other choice but to flee, but her mouth wouldn’t form the words. Something in his voice had wedged a large knot in her chest, preventing her from any other action but breathing.
Fear.
She’d never stopped to think how her leaving would affect him. She’d just assumed he’d be happy he was finally free. It’d never crossed her mind he’d be scared.

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered. “I didn’t know what else to do. You were so angry, and…” Her words faded with the slow progression of his hand across her buttocks. There was something in his touch that sent warning bells off in her head. He was planning something.

“Gage?”

“After tonight, you’ll think twice about scaring me again, darling.”

God, his voice alone was enough to ignite a fire deep inside her. She struggled against his hold, but it was futile. She had no strength in this position, and wiggling only exposed more of her ass to him. “Tell me what you’re going to do,” she warned, but her voice was far from threatening. It sounded husky and raw, like a woman on the verge of climaxing.

 
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’d never hurt you. But you are going to get a spanking, darling. An erotic paddling that will leave you begging to be taken.”

Brooklyn
opened her mouth to protest when the first slap landed on the firm cheeks of her ass. She gasped in surprise, a sudden tingling igniting through her body. She’d written scenes like this on several occasions, but she’d never experienced it. Never had the nerve to ask Gage to give her something so forbidden. Another hit sounded through the room, warming her skin, as the liquid pooled between her legs. She moaned, and squirmed to get closer to him.